Fill my Spirit

 

There'll come a day for resolutions

Who'll lead the way to a revolution

Pleased to meet you, what's your name

We come to defeat you, name your game

No conversation, no need reply

You're no inspiration, your course runs dry

 

Well, I tried but I lied so I cried and here I die

 

Superstition, state of awe

There's no submissions.....la la la la la la la

Fill my spirit with feelings strange

Can't you hear it? it's out of range

 

When I changed I took the reins then it rained, I felt the same

 

Soak my spirit in blood and feelings strange

Oh, can't you feel it? it's out of range

 

Fill my spirit with feelings strange

 

 

 

Copyright 1995  (Robert West)